On 4/8/05 9:48 AM, in article , "Tim J."
wrote:

William Claspy wrote:
I've now reached the limit of my knowledge of medieval literature.
Sorry, Tim. :-)

Good.
Brother bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime
His sister had another, she paid it for a lime. . .

Mess with me, will you? Now THIS one will be in YOUR head all day:

******This Nicholas was risen for to ****e,
And thoughte he wolde amenden al the jape;
He sholde kisse his ers er that he scape.
And up the wyndowe dide he hastily,
And out his ers he putteth pryvely
Over the buttok, to the haunche-bon;
And therwith spak this clerk, this Absolon,
"Spek, sweete bryd, I noot nat where thou art."

******This Nicholas anon leet fle a fart,
As greet as it had been a thonder-dent,
That with the strook he was almoost yblent;
And he was redy with his iren hoot,
And Nicholas amydde the ers he smoot,

******Of gooth the skyn an hande brede aboute,
The hoote kultour brende so his toute,
And for the smert he wende for to dye.
As he were wood, for wo he gan to crye,
"Help! Water! Water! Help for Goddes herte!"

Geoffrey Chaucer, from the Miller's Tale.


Bill